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Mars ILL - Fade to Black
(from the album Raw Material)
© copyright Uprok Records/Sphere of Hip Hop Records/Mars ILL

Verse 1: (manCHILD)
I push my pen past the breaking point, the point of no return/
Past the pointed fingers, past the point at which you learn/
Past ideas and perceptions, past lies and deception/
Pass my life around the room to try to make the right connections/
My obsession is this; past cash, past crime/
Past beats, past rhymes, past life and past time/
After time, time is money, time out, timing is everything/
Your mindís my forty acres, on these fertile plains Iím settling/
Iím steadily gold medaling in peddling whatís the truth/
Point my finger to the heavens and grip the heart to break it loose/
Iíd bear my soul to save the youth and place myself upon the altar/
Make this world a better place both for my wife and for my daughters/
And thatís a hard lesson to learn, because mankindís so unkind/
Like political prisoners who threaten the agenda of One Time/
One rhyme canít change the world, so make no mistake/
And thatís just my pointÖyeah, thatís the point Iím trying to makeÖ

Hook:
One rhyme canít change the world, but sill Iíll never back down/
Speak my peace on microphones and fade into the blackground/

Whatís wrong has prospered too long, itís time to take it back now/
Write whatís right upon walls and fade into the blackgroundÖ

Verse 2: (Sintaxtheterrific)
Sintax the backlit shadow box backdrop/
Silouette of the sunset across the concrete blacktop/
Bet Heís more brilliant and beautiful than we thought/
Burn fame on the fingers of flame from sunspot/
Then bask in the black where the spotlightís not/
Mic rock late at night so nobody can watch/
Some serve in daylight, Christ taught behind the scenes/
So I caught his sunstream with the sea of the unseen/
Humility sunscreen, I thank God for anonymity/
My geneology is a forest of family trees/
More branches than a bank, thank youís to pass around/
Put gratitude on paper, extend my words like verbal pounds/
Remember my past like people in small towns/
Regard simple truth and profound, then write em down/
Iíve found I like to watch autumn leaves just fade to brown/
They turn without a sound, Iíd like to fade into the blackground/
Then drown the well renowned, pound my pride until it backs down/
Clown myself just so that Yahweh can abound/
Soul Heir the manCHILD and Sintaxtheterrific/
We ripped it for a lifetime, but weíll vanish in an instant/
Blink once and you missed itÖ

Hook:
Whatís wrong has prospered too long, itís time to take it back now/
Write whatís right upon walls and fade into the blackground/

One rhyme canít change the world but still Iíll never back down/
Speak my peace on microphones and fade into the blackgroundÖ

Verse 3: (manCHILD)
I build this lifeline in the nighttime, hide my presence in this place/
Anonymityís a witch, but Iíve grown acccustomed to her face/
And itís broken, camouflage my emotions, chosen token/
Spoken to those cold and frozen and watched new life awoken/
Got that close to closing notion, overdosing on the ocean/
No one knows this unsung hero, the dirt that makes the tree grow/
But itís all right, Iím a peace in the puzzle like Bill Cartwright/
Programmed to command the mic with deepspace5 all night/
Iím the fly on the wall whoís watching each and every bar fight/
Iím the brick wall backdrop thatís decorated in the starlight/
Mars ILL, we do battle deep in the belly of the beast/
And as the b-boy backspins, we be the cardboard thatís beneath/
See this wedding of art and science and letís all live and grow together/
Iíll choose to keep the memories and you can choose to buy the records/
Maybe make that life better, leave that soul no longer vacant/
And let the prejudice skeptics keep warm with blanket statements/
With patience I set my paces on city streets of Atlanta/
While my people being slandered by that false propaganda/
Got answers, got questions, gotta teach and learn lessons/
ManCHILD spits one rhyme and it tastes like sunshine/
Holy, divine design, peace to the nines worldwide/
Play my part to perfection and softly fade into the B-sideÖ

Hook:
One rhyme canít change the world, but still Iíll never back down/
Speak my peace on microphones and fade into the blackground/

Whatís wrong has prospered too long, itís time to take it back now/
Write whatís right upon walls and fade into the blackground/

Refuse to be pimped into a record labelís cash cow/
Speak whatís real upon reels and fade into the blackgroundÖ